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It was time to get up. The door into the passage offered itself with an irresistible invitation—the one alternative to a public, inexplicable passion of weeping. “You are very kind to think of it,” she said, “but—don’t you think perhaps—that I had better not?” He smiled indulgently. Between the two officers, with their arms linked in his, Jack Sheppard was conducted to the cart.
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